Page 152 of The Waiting Game

“Show me what you like,” Felix urged. He grasped Jonah’s cock, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. Jonah slid his hands into Felix’s curls and guided him down.

Jonah showed him the slow, teasing rhythm he liked and a few moments later he heard the sound of the lube being opened. Felix shifted, pushing his shoulder under Jonah’s thigh, and he dazedly realized Felix was trying to get better access to his hole.

Jonah draped a leg over Felix’s back and hissed with pleasure when Felix explored him with slick fingers. He wasn’t slow opening Jonah up but he wasn’t too fast either and before long Jonah was squirming and moaning.

Felix’s hot, wet mouth on Jonah’s cock, his fingers sliding deftly into his ass … they were all so much. And when Felix replaced his fingers with the lube-slick toy, Jonah moaned desperately, his grip tightening on Felix’s hair.

“Gonna come soon,” he warned Felix, trembling as he fucked him with it. “God … yeah. Fuck.”

Jonah whined with disappointment when Felix slid off his dick. He blinked his eyes open to see Felix’s reddened mouth and heavy-lidded eyes. God, there was nothing headier than Felix looking at him with so much desire in his gaze.

“I changed my mind,” Felix rasped. “As much as I want to make you come in my mouth, I want to fuck you too.”

All Jonah could do was whimper.

“You want that, Jo?”

“Yeah.” Jonah slid his hand down to cup Felix’s neck. “Yeah, I do.”

Felix eased the toy out of Jonah’s ass, making him gasp as it pressed against his prostate. But it would be so much better with Felix inside him, so much more intense.

Felix shifted until he sat against the headboard, then patted his thighs.

“Sit on my lap,” Felix coaxed.

And well, Jonah could hardly say no when Felix, naked and hard, ready to fuck him, was right there to be had.

Jonah settled onto Felix’s lap and cupped the back of his head, kissing him deeply.

Felix let out a pleased hum and pulled him closer. For a little while, they just kissed again, Felix touching Jonah’s back and ass, until Jonah was squirming in his lap, feeling the hollow ache of needing Felix inside him.

When Felix slipped his fingers between Jonah’s cheeks, Jonah sighed at the slick press of them.

Jonah closed his eyes as Felix toyed with his entrance, teasing him. He took his time, winding them both tighter and tighter.

Jonah almost sobbed with relief when Felix whispered, “Want to fuck you, Jo.”

“Please, Felix,” he pleaded against his mouth, and Felix slid his fingers free.

“Condom?” Felix asked.

Jonah shook his head. He wanted to feel Felix inside him with nothing in between. “No,” he rasped.

Felix’s gaze went sharp and hot, the same way it did when he was on the ice. Jonah nodded and lifted up, positioning himself over Felix’s cock.

He sank down, slowly and steadily. It had been a while but Felix had more than prepared him for it.

Nothing could have prepared him for how good it felt, however.

It was sex to the millionth degree, hotter and more perfect than Jonah had ever dreamed. Felix’s cock filled him just right.

Jonah rose and fell over him, clutching Felix’s shoulders, kissing him messily. Felix gripped his ass, helping Jonah find the perfect rhythm. When he did, they both moaned, Jonah reflexively tightening around Felix.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jonah managed and Felix made an encouraging little noise. After a while, all they could do was pant into each other’s mouths, skin beginning to slide from the sweat forming.

Tension wound inside Jonah until he felt like he would snap and he cried out when it finally coalesced into a toe-curling, knee-trembling orgasm. He gripped the headboard and cried out, clenching around Felix.

A few thrusts later Felix breathed raggedly, forehead pressed to the top of Jonah’s shoulder as he shoved up into him. Felix let out a cry of pleasure and Jonah’s head spun while they worked through the final tremors of their orgasms, clutching at one another.

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